A ride in the dust, 1949 exclusive running stunt.

After each exercise, when he heard the praise of the people of the National Defense Company, Yang Qi wanted to tell them the training method selflessly, in fact, it was very simple, that is, he could run a few laps in the gate of hell with a steel helmet on his head every day.

The Hell's Gate Thunder is a world-famous treacherous thunderbolt, and any creature that moves through it will become the target of its pursuit!

Entered 1949, not that you could not go out, but that you could not leave the camp for personal reasons. If you have to leave the camp, it's as simple as passing the test, becoming an instructor, and then heading out from the heart of the Valley of Death with a steel helmet, as long as you successfully pass through the gates of Hell's Gate.

Most people, after entering 1949, were basically dead. As for Yang Qi, in order to return the lives of Zhou Changan and Chen Wu, he has been preparing for crossing the gate of hell in the future from the first year he entered. Yang Mi, who was running on the road with all his might, couldn't even hit him with thunder, and it was a little difficult for people to catch up with him.

Out of awe of the National Defense Company, Yang Qi took out the strength to avoid the thunder on the mountain path behind him, and stopped when his clothes were soaked with sweat and dew.

"Where did you run?" patronized and ran for his life, and he didn't remember the road at all, which made Yang Mi not know where he was at this time.

The darkness before dawn is vividly reflected in the deep mountains and old forests, and there was still a faint light of stars and moon just now, but now the surroundings are out of sight.

Yang Mi, who was already tired of running, simply climbed to a tree and took a nap, Yang Mi had reason to suspect that he had masochistic tendencies, he couldn't sleep in bed at this time, but he fell asleep as quickly as possible in the deep mountains and old forests with a cool breeze.

"Bang! bang!"

The rhythmic sound of shaking clothes and throwing cloth woke Yang Mi up, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a boy in a navy blue practice uniform practicing Fuxi Bagua Boxing not far away.

The boy is thirteen or fourteen years old, a little thin, very delicate, with thick eyebrows and big eyes that are more beautiful than many girls. Such a handsome child is playing such a domineering fist, which makes Yang Mi can't help but be curious.

From the sound of the boy's sleeves when he swung his fist, it is not difficult to judge that he has been practicing this Fuxi Bagua Boxing for some years, otherwise, he would not have eaten all the essence of this 72 old energy, but it is only limited to eating through the movements, and the essentials have not really been mastered.

The biggest feature of Fuxi Bagua Boxing is that it stresses actual combat and heavy technical attack, and from the beginning of practicing basic skills, it is based on actual combat and emphasizes technical attack. Every action has a usage, both offensive and defensive, both offensive and defensive. All routines must be practiced in the form of sparring, and only in this way can we truly comprehend the essence of Fu Xiba's boxing. Looking at his appearance, it shouldn't be to practice it for the sake of physical fitness, if he wants to fight the enemy, even if he practices this method to death, he is just powerless.

After a set of 72 old energy, the boy was basically in a state of prostration, and the clothes on his body were to the point where he could get out of the water with a twist.

"Grandpa Zhao!" After closing the momentum, the boy's eyes were shining as he looked at the old man with a pair of sterling silver wolf head crutches, and he was able to stand in this wet mountain forest with a pair of thin crutches without his feet touching the ground, and the arm strength and stability of the two of them could be seen. The boy's red and simple little face was full of expectation, and it could be seen that he cared about the old man's evaluation.

The old man's face did not show any satisfaction and appreciation, but said ruthlessly: "Fuxi Bagua Boxing is based on the principle of Fuxi Bagua to locate the yin and yang void and the ups and downs. Its techniques, strength methods, and hammering methods are also derived from the principles of Bagua, so every move and style pays attention to yin, yang, void, and reality!

The boy lowered his head in frustration, and said with some grievance and unwillingness: "Grandpa Zhao, I have done my best." ”

The old man said indifferently: "Is it enough to just try your best? Guosheng, don't forget why you practice this boxing!"

The old man's expression and words made Yang Qi can't help but think of the old immortal.

The old immortal is Yang Mi's master, a person who lives at the gates of hell but no one knows about it, and it is because of him that Yang Mi can successfully leave 1949. Therefore, he knew very well how disappointed an old man was when he said this.

The old immortal did not live to watch Yang Mi walk out of the gate of hell one day, which is a regret that Yang Mi can never make up. So, Yang Qi couldn't help but want the old man in front of him to fulfill his wish.

"Fuxi Bagua Boxing, it's not like that. Yang Qi jumped and stood straight on the ground.

Seeing this Yang Mi, who could be as stable as a rock falling from a height of five meters, the faces of the old man and Guosheng showed a look of vigilance, and Guosheng stopped in front of the old man at the first time, and asked in a solemn voice that did not match his age: "Who are you?"

Yang Mi quietly lit a cigarette and said lazily: "Ordinary travelers, when I see that your punch is a little off, come out to wake up." ”

"Tom!"

"Whoa......

When the words fell, Yang Qi suddenly turned around and punched the maple tree behind him, and the adult red maple was beaten by his punch and fell the leaves scattered.

The boy's eyes widened in amazement, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Why is your uprush punch so powerful!"

The old man's eyes were also bright, as if the eagle had seen its prey, staring at Yang Mi as if he wanted to eat him in his stomach.

Yang Mi flicked the cigarette ash, put the cigarette roll in his mouth, and then slowly played Fuxi Bagua 136 Hammer, and said slowly while playing: "Fuxi Bagua Boxing is fast and slow, and there is tension and relaxation. Slow as a thread, as fast as a dragon, changeable, dynamic and static. ”

"The side rush is like an old woman threading a needle, and the upward rush is like an overlord lifting a crown. Turning around like a spirit monkey stealing fruit, the shock is like the thunder of early spring. ”

"Bang ......"

"Mixed Yuan hand, slam it out. The two hands are as fast as the wind. Infinite hands, telescopic like a dragon. Tai Chi hand, fight hard and return to your fate!"

"Tom ......"

"Boom!"

When Yang Qi retracted his fist, the maple tree with a diameter of about twenty centimeters actually broke open and pressed straight to the side.

Looking at the fracture where the sap had been beaten, Guosheng's eyes widened in horror, and the old man clenched his crutches excitedly.

"Zila......"

Yang Mi threw the cigarette into the broken tree, pointed to the cigarette butt that was gradually soaked in the sap and said, "Old man, your grandson has good qualifications, but he doesn't practice the law properly." Fuxi Bagua Boxing is played, not practiced. Only in this way can you truly comprehend the eight words of collapse, picking, splitting, smashing, hugging, hanging, collaring, and closing, if you can't find someone to fight, you will treat the tree here as an opponent, and it is better than making him so capable. ”

The old man asked curiously: "Little brother, I heard you speak with a little northwest accent and a little old Beijing flavor, I don't know if you are from Beijing or Northwest?"

Yang Mi said disappreciatively: "The old man has good ears, you can hear my nondescript northwest accent! To tell you, my household registration is in Beijing, but I grew up in the northwest." ”

The old man said thoughtfully: "No wonder this is the case, if it were in Beijing, with your attainments, it would be impossible for the old man not to know you." If you come back from the northwest, your boxing style is a bit of the meaning of Gansu Langjia's hard Fuxi, and there is the taste of Qinghai Gongjia's soft Fuxi, I don't know which master the little brother is studying from, and he can actually beat Fuxi Bagua Boxing out of this artistic conception?"

Yang Qi politely hugged his fists towards the old man, and said respectfully: "You not only have good ears, but also admirable eyesight. You're right, my Fuxi Bagua Boxing is indeed a combination of the hard skills of the Lang family and the soft skills of the Gong family, and my master is Lang Gong Pei!"

Hearing these three words Lang Gongpei, the old man's body was shocked, and he said with some joy: "No wonder you have such attainments, it turns out that you are Brother Lang's apprentice." I haven't seen Brother Lang for twenty years, and he's all right now?"

Yang Fan asked curiously, "Old man, are you ......?"

"Seeing that I was excited, I was a little out of shape. In Xia Zhao Mufu, your master is a brother who has burned yellow paper, I wonder if he has ever mentioned me to you?" Zhao Mufu hugged his name while waiting for Yang Mi's answer with an expectant face.

In the eight years of learning Chinese art with Lang Gongpei, Lang Gongpei never mentioned his past affairs, and if he didn't mention it, Yang Qi didn't dare to ask. It wasn't until he was exhausted that Lang Gongpei told Yang Mi what his surname was, and he also mentioned three people to Yang Mi, but Zhao Mufu was not among them.

Looking at Zhao Mufu's expectant gaze, Yang Mi couldn't bear to hit him, so he said slowly: "When the master immortal died, he mentioned you to the juniors. ”

Zhao Mufu shouted excitedly: "What are you talking about, Brother Lang is gone!"

Yang Qi said calmly: "Well, I left two years ago. ”

Zhao Mufu's spirit instantly withered, and he said with a pale face: "Guosheng, help me." ”

Yang Mi strode in front of Zhao Mufu, helped Guosheng support Zhao Mufu, and asked with concern: "Old man, are you okay?"

Zhao Mufu said with tears in his eyes: "It's okay, but I didn't expect that my two brothers have been separated by yin and yang." My big brother...... Are you going well?"

Yang Mi said without thinking: "The master is dying, he has not suffered a crime, and he walks very calmly. ”

Zhao Mufu said in a trance: "I think that Brother Lang is also in the age of mackerel, but I can't believe that he will come in front of me. After talking for so long, I don't know your name yet. ”

Yang Mi said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I forgot to say it, my name is Yang Mi." ”

Zhao Mufu said thoughtfully: "Yang Qi, why is this name so familiar?"

Guosheng frowned and asked, "You won't be the old man of the Yang family who raped my aunt, right?"